The Maiden (rising from her knees). My marriage-morning! Lord, give me thy grace For the new duties of a wedded life. The letters have I burned; And now—the picture. Oh, dear boyish face, One look—the last! Yet had I been thy wife, Willie, I had been true to thee—returned All thy affection to the full. She said Love was “a sacrifice.” It is; as—thus: Get thee behind me, Past! [Burns the picture. —Which one of us Was truest? But why ask? She wronged the dead With many lovers—nay, her very dress Showed not one trace of sorrow. I never thought her fair, although the throng Do call her so, they tell me. —Long, how long I wore the heavy crape that checked my breath, And went about as one who sorroweth; And I did sorrow! Slow months passed, and I Gave every thought to tearful memory; My grief grew selfish. Then—he brought his suit— My mother wept and prayed. What right had I To crush two lives? If by the sacrifice I make them happy, is it not large price For my poor, broken years? How earnestly I strove to do the right! The patient fruit Of years of prayer came to my aid, and now I stand in bridal white. Lord, hear my vow: Oh, may I make him happy! Not a thought Of any other love shall mar the troth I give for this life. Evils, troubles, naught But death, shall part us. Thus the marriage-oath. But after—then—O Willie! The Mother (entering). Art thou dressed? A child more dutiful, more good. Come, love, The bridegroom waits. THE END. T W O W O M E N : A POEM. By CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON. [REPRINTED FROM APPLETONS’ JOURNAL.] From the Springfield Republican. “Miss Constance Fenimore Woolson’s poem, ‘Two Women,’ begun in the January and finished in the February number of Appletons’ Journal, is of such remarkable quality as to deserve a wider reading than it is likely to have. To read it in completeness gives one, beyond its faults—which are principally those of imperfect versification and a certain formality of phraseology—a sense of power in character-drawing (coloring enough, too, for that matter), in dramatic situation and in expression of deep emotions, which is rarely met with. The contrast between the magnificent woman of the world and the Puritan country-girl is done in true masterly way, and that the one should continue faithful to love through her life, though still reigning in social royalty, while the other marries as piously as she mourned, and puts away the dead youth’s memory forever—is perfectly true to their natures. To present such marked types in rivalry, and show the self-abnegation in the rich nature and the innocent self-absorption of the narrow nature, was well worth while. The poem would make quite a little book, and better merits such treatment than most verses that receive it.” From the New York Evening Post. “In the poem ‘Two Women,’ the first half of which appeared in the January number of Appletons’ Journal, and the last half of which has just now come to us in the February number of that magazine, there is something, we think, which takes the piece out of the category of ordinary magazine-work, and entitles it to special attention. The poem is long enough, for one thing, to fill a little volume, if it were printed as it is the custom to print books of poetry, and while it is rugged, faulty, and in many respects defective, it is nevertheless strong, dramatic, and full of the flavor of the soil. The two women who gave it its name are types of two well-defined classes of American women, but they are sharply drawn as individuals also, and their characters are presented with a boldness and a degree of distinctness which is possible only at the hands of a writer of very considerable dramatic power.” From the Providence Journal. “A story in verse, which enchains the attention with fascinating power, ... produces an intensely emotional effect upon the reader, and at the same time an involuntary tribute to the originality and noteworthy ability of the writer.” From the Detroit Post. “One of the most powerful pieces of magazine-writing we have seen in a long time.... Shows a far-reaching knowledge of human nature, a dramatic grasp and force, and a power of description and expression seldom seen.” One Volume. Cloth. 12mo. D. APPLETON & CO., Publishers. |